Still Fighting
Wow, it's already March 25th. I've been here in Toronto since mid November. It's already been almost half a year on this most important part of my journey, and still no end in sight. I miss my home and my friends and my pets very badly.
I re-did the radioactive test and this time was able to keep down the apple juice. As far as I know the results were totally fine.
I visited Mariah's new place and got to cuddle her roommate's cats, which was really nice.
I got a head cold which rapidly invaded my lungs. I've been fighting it off with the help of inhaled tobramycin, and oral doxycycline and cipro. The Cipro made me barf so hard that I blew a bunch of blood vessels around my eyes, so I've stopped taking it and will be following up on that with my docs at the clinic on Tuesday.
I've been reading the Scott Pilgrim comics and totally love them, I've been mailing them to Phoebe in Wales as I finish each one.
I'm having a hard time emotionally some days, just feeling exhausted and down. Which I guess is pretty reasonable when I have a bad cold. But the loneliness of being here is also a factor. I wish I could socialize and date like a healthy person, but I don't see it happening until I get some new lungs. There have been some beautiful days here, though, which helps with mopey days. I've made a habit of filling my pockets with hazelnuts for feeding the squirrels in the park.
I'm having trouble doing much these days but taking my piles of meds and escaping my worries through video games/internet/music/books. I really hope to be able to escape this kind of isolation after I get my lungs.